“Aiden’s pack has attacked the SUVs. I am going to fight like hell. If I am taken, I am wearing the earrings with tracking you got me. I love you and I love my baby boy.”
Tears are falling down my face at this point; this hurts me right to my very being. To know that I am about to be taken and that I might never see my baby again.
I am sure going to try.
Elizabeth is gripping my arm. “I love you guys,” I tell them both and I step out of the SUV, leaving them inside. If I am taken, I will go down fighting. I sure as hell am not going to make it easy for them.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” I walk to the front of my men.
“Get in the fucking vehicle,” one of the packmates tell me.
I shake my head. “I will not fucking sit while these fuckers try to cause trouble.” I smile at the attackers. “That is not what is happening here, right boys?”
They look me up and down, and my stomach is churning with anxiety. “We came here for you,” one of them says.
I nod. “I thought as much. Good luck trying to take me, I do not fight fair.” I reach into the back of my pants and take out the pistol. I pull the trigger, hitting the guy who told me they were here to get me. I turn off all of my emotions and allow the beast to take over. She needs to be able to take care of herself.
“Boom, Boom, Boom.” I fire three shots within seconds, taking down three of them before the others finally catch on to what is happening. Then they shift and I follow along. Luckily, my earrings will shift with me, and I am wearing super-stretchy clothes that will be able to shift with me. I will look funny, but would I rather have clothes on when I return to human form.
I am going to fight like hell.
Damon
My whole fucking world stops at the text I just got. I set Axel in his bed and kiss his forehead. “I will be back, son.” I run out of the house. “PACK!!” I yell and, one by one, they join me. “The girls have been attacked! Brantley and Jackson, stay here and take care of the kids. Including my son.”
Jackson runs into my house to get Axel, and the rest of us run to the SUVs—we are roaring, my nerves on fucking edge. She barely made it five minutes from home. During the longest few minutes of my life, my mind goes towhat if she is taken? What if something horrible happens to her?
We pull to a stop where the fight is taking place. Farren is fighting in her wolf form—she is fucking vicious, tearing into everyone. I push my car door open and change in midair; then I grab the wolf trying to sneak up behind Farren. She spins around and looks at me. I butt her head with mine, and together we take out two wolves. Side by side, we go from wolf to wolf, taking them out.
When there are only a few left—lying on the ground, injured—I change back into my human form. Farren changes too, and I grab her hand. There is no fucking way I will let her out of my sight. I stare down at the dumb motherfuckers who dared to hurt her, dared to take her.
“End them,” I tell Randall, and he nods and pulls the trigger. “Boom, Boom, Boom.”
Farren
At one point I thought I was going to lose; then he showed up out of nowhere, and our packmates fought like crazy. Damon and I fought together, taking them out.
Damon turns to me, his hands grip my shoulders, and he pulls me into his chest. I close my eyes and soak in his body heat and the feeling of being safe.
My Alpha.
“You fucking scared me.” His body is shaking.
“They came for me. I thought I would never see you or Axel again. That was crippling,” I whisper, and my body is shaking right along with his.
“Elizabeth!’ Maverick yells. He tears open the door of the SUV with Randall right behind him.
“We have to take it to them,” I tell him. “This can’t go on anymore. They can’t be allowed to keep going on like this.”
“That is what we are going to fucking do,” he growls. “Let’s go home, then we plan.”
As we all load into the vehicles, Damon never takes a hand off me. He pulls me to the middle of the seat, his arm banded across my lap, keeping me in place.
We pull up in front of the house, and I run straight inside. Jackson has my baby. I take him and smother his chubby cheeks with kisses. Damon wraps his arms around both of us. “Let’s go lie down, Moon.” He leads me up the stairs, and I lie down in bed. I put Axel between us and touch his tiny hand. His little fingers curl around mine.
Damon kisses the top of my head, his hand touching my back. “Scared me so fucking bad, angel,” he confesses. “The thought of losing you, something hurting you would kill me. I would level the fucking world, you are mine and mine alone. You belong here with me. You belong here with our son.”
I close my eyes, tears filling them. I don’t want him to be sad, but the fear of never seeing him or Axel again is hard.
